you never know what will come out of the subconscious when you put pen to paper.


The Webs we Weave

So dizzy I don't know what I'm doing-
so much love for so many people.
Its jumbled in a million pieces;
Shattered mirrors,
each piece reflecting a moment of ecstasy.
Sharp edges slice deep when the wrong angle is touched.
Wrap my mind around it;
Slippery grip,
sliding around and changing-
too quickly to comprehend.
While these dull surroundings pass me by
I'm falling for infinity
with NO bottom in sight.



Poetry by Tyr-fira
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Written on 2005-10-18 at 01:20

Tags Confusion  Love  Falling 

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